It’s Saturday and before I let myself do what I’ve been doing for the past month (loll around in my slip with a Russian textbook in one hand and and hotjo coffee mug in the other), I’m posting the images I’ve been hoarding in my camera roll and temporal lobe. I mean it when I say that whatever this is (the world, the universe, etc.) is a splendid place. I also mean it when I say thank you—to the person who stole my bike and reminded me of just how much I enjoy walking through this borough. My intentions and motivations for the rest of the summer are basic: simple, honest, easy. Loving better. The usual. I’m depending on not much else besides local produce and horoscopes. In other words, I’m not complaining.